I feel the worn-out grip of the rugby ball.
I hear the encouragement of the supporters.
The salty sweat drips down my face.
The biggest player in the opposition is coming my way.
I close my eyes, rap my arms around him and drive him into the ground.
My place the rugby field.
This is the poem that I got published in a write on magazine
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